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Over the mountain
Over the sea
From the island of circles
My love calls to me
Her hair in the north wind
Brown berry eyes
Reading the birdrooms
In the winter sky
She sway like the willow
Clothed all in stars
Moon drops of silver
Fire gold from Mars
Over the mountain
Over the sea
From the island of circles
My love calls to me
Her hair in the north wind
Brown berry eyes
Reading the birdrooms
In the winter sky
In the winter sky
